Page 17 of Tell Me No
“Tell me what you want, Aurora. What do you need?” He asks, his voice husky as his knees hit the edge of the mattress. The bed dips down as he prowls towards me. I swear I’ve died and gone to fucking heaven at the sight of this man stalking me like the most delicious prey.
“You, Jason. I just need you. Fuck! You want me to beg? I’m fucking begging! Just fuck me, please!” I shout, the last thread of my control finally snapping.
Before I can take another breath, he’s on me. The head of his cock brushes against my core as he kisses me ruthlessly. His lips are bruising, consuming, a white hot brand across every inch of my skin. He settles the weight of his body over mine and I’ve never felt so safe in my life, so secure.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Aurora. If you want me to stop, you just have to say-” he says and I’m over it.
“Didn’t you listen to me? I’m not made of glass, Jason! Even if I was, I want you to fucking shatter me,” I tell him, my voice on the edge of annoyance.
He slides inside me in one stroke, burying himself to the hilt. My mouth falls open on a silent scream as the sharp pain slowly subsides into a delicious ache. I’m gonna feel him for days, but it’s the best feeling I’ve ever experienced. I bury my face against his shoulder, my teeth digging into the skin there until he groans.
“It’s so… I can’t… fuck, it’s so good.” I can barely form a sentence and he’s not even moving yet.
“I know. I knew it would be heaven.” His voice is strained as he fights to keep control. But that’s not what I want. I want him to lose control. I want him to ruin me for every other man in this world, as if he already hasn’t.
I place my hand against his cheek, forcing his eyes to mine, and he leans into my touch. “Was I not clear? I want you to fuck me like you own me, Jason. Because you do.” I give him my honesty and surrender. It’s the least I can do.
“God, your fucking mouth,” he says before he pulls back, almost withdrawing completely before slamming back into me. I scream, pleasure and pain swirling through my veins. His control is obliterated once I rake my nails across his back and hook one leg around his hip, using the heel of my foot to drag him deeper into me.
He thrusts into me, a punishing pace I’ve been waiting for since the moment I laid eyes on him. He punctuates every thrust with a kiss, a bite, a whisper.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
I know after tonight, I will never be anyone else’s. I will crave the feeling of this man inside me for the rest of my life and onto the next one. He fits himself against all my jagged edges, never caring how badly they slash him.
“Oh fuck, don’t stop. I’m so close, Jay. So fucking close.” The words tumble from my mouth as his thumb strokes over my clit. He rubs tight circles, winding me up until I feel like my heart is going to rip its way through my chest.
“You come when I tell you to come, Aurora. Not before then, understand?” he demands, and I have to fight through the haze of lust to process what he’s saying.
I don’t know if I could stop the orgasm bearing down on me even if I wanted to. I see the edges of my vision blur as I prepare to throw myself over the cliff and into oblivion, ignoring his command. Suddenly, he rips his hand away from my clit, the loss almost painful.
“No! I was so close. Don't stop, please,” I beg, but he backs up, pulling out of me completely. I feel utterly empty, body and soul, without him inside me, and I shamelessly drag him back to me.
His hand slides up my chest, between my breast, and wraps around my neck. The pressure is enough to secure me in place, but not enough to scare me, not that anything he could ever do would. I trust him completely with my body, and if I’m being honest, with my heart, too. His fingers flex around the column of my throat, the most devious and delicate necklace I’ve ever worn.
“I told you, you come when I tell you to. Did you hear me that time, baby? I know I distracted you before,” he says, a sexy, almost boyish smirk on his face.
“I understand. Now come back,” I say.
He lifts me up, flipping me over easily until I’m lying face down against his mattress. He pulls my hips up, the curve of my ass on perfect display for him now. A sharp slap rings through the air, the sting of his hand colliding with my skin, burning in the best way. He places a sweet kiss against the spot he just slapped and I giggle. I never imagined all those times I told him to kiss my ass before would actually become a reality.
His hand tangles in my hair, wrapping around his fist and tugging lightly until my back bows for him. He slides into me from behind, almost painfully slowly. I meet him thrust for thrust. I’m fucking him just as intently as he’s fucking me. It’s unbelievable how good it feels, so perfectly right. Within seconds, I’m already on the edge again, doing my best to hold off the impending detonation already fluttering through me.
“Come for me, baby. Now,” he says, slamming into me with an uncontrolled pace, his hips bruising the muscles of my ass. I can feel him growing thicker inside me. I know he’s just as close as I am. He reaches around, pinching my clit between his thumb and forefinger and I can’t hold off any longer. My orgasm crashes over me, swallowing me whole as the world drops out from beneath me. Stars dance across my vision as his fingers dig into my hips. He thrusts once more, groaning loudly as he unleashes everything he’s been holding back into me. I feel warmth flooding me as he comes so deeply inside me, I’m not sure where I end and he begins. Any other man, any other experience, I would be fucking livid that he came inside me without even a fucking warning. But honestly, I can’t find it in me to care. As depraved as it sounds, I would let this man do unspeakable, borderline illegal things to me without batting an eyelash.
His panting breaths fan across my back as he shivers, aftershocks of his orgasm still coursing through him. “Fuck,” is all he can say.
“Yeah,” I reply, knowing there are no words for what just happened.
eleven
When I open my eyes,it’s morning. I blink up at the ceiling, wondering when was the last time I actually slept through the night soundly. I don’t remember. Aurora and I spent hours learning the ins and outs of each other bodies, the things we need and the things we crave. By the time dawn came, she was sound asleep in my arms. I closed the blackout shades and wrapped her in my arms, stroking her soft skin until I drifted off to sleep.
I know hours have passed when I finally wake. I reach out to pull Aurora back to me, but I don’t feel her. The sheet next to me is cool to the touch, so I know she’s been gone for a while. Slipping on a pair of black boxer briefs, I stretch and go in search of my woman.
Rush blares through the sound system in my entire home. The steady beat of Tom Sawyer, one of my favorite songs, guides me to her. When I round the corner into the kitchen, I see her bent over the breakfast bar. She has her phone in one hand, swaying her hips to the beat of the song. Her long, dark brown hair is braided again in one long strand down her back. I’ve never seen a more beautifully erotic sight in my kitchen since I built this house. My black t-shirt barely skims the bottom curves of her ass and I have to take a deep breath to keep myself from striding over and fucking her right there.
“I know you’re watching me, Jason,” she says without turning around.
